So my wife and I were sitting around on the 2nd wondering what we'd do for the Fourth. Temps were going to be ridiculous, and there was little relief in the forecast. I told her "Woman, load up the truckster and lets go stand in some rivers and wave a stick."
Knowing my mental prowess and the futility of agruing this well reasoned logic, my dutiful wife set about packing the important things, like a 24'er of PBR and a couple of Macanudos. I loaded up the fly rods and gear, and away we went.
We got to see more fire caused by folks who didn't realize that it's bone dry out there:
We stopped on the Big Hole for a little picnic and fishing.
Fishing was slow, wind was up and only had a few little guys to hand. Later that evening, after getting run off the river by skeeters, we decided to head down to Dillon for the night:
After a restful night's slumber, and some more PBR's, we headed over to the Upper Ruby:
Traffic was awful:
We stopped up high and fished the small water and had close to two dozen fish to hand within a few short hours:
We headed down to Sheridan, MT for the night, and I was able to fanagle two spots at the Inback Steakhouse for our anniversary dinner, then we checked into the 12 star Moriah Motel.
We did go out to do some glassing later that evening, and found a few bucks that we'll keep an eye on the rest of the summer.
The next day, a hearty breakfast for us:
And the Dog:
Another day of fishing the Upper Ruby and more booner grayling. We headed home on the 5th to let the dog catch up on her sleep. We headed over to the Clarks Fork on Saturday, but the fishing was slow, so we packed up and headed home.
The Dog wasn't impressed:
Knowing my mental prowess and the futility of agruing this well reasoned logic, my dutiful wife set about packing the important things, like a 24'er of PBR and a couple of Macanudos. I loaded up the fly rods and gear, and away we went.
We got to see more fire caused by folks who didn't realize that it's bone dry out there:
We stopped on the Big Hole for a little picnic and fishing.
Fishing was slow, wind was up and only had a few little guys to hand. Later that evening, after getting run off the river by skeeters, we decided to head down to Dillon for the night:
After a restful night's slumber, and some more PBR's, we headed over to the Upper Ruby:
Traffic was awful:
We stopped up high and fished the small water and had close to two dozen fish to hand within a few short hours:
We headed down to Sheridan, MT for the night, and I was able to fanagle two spots at the Inback Steakhouse for our anniversary dinner, then we checked into the 12 star Moriah Motel.
We did go out to do some glassing later that evening, and found a few bucks that we'll keep an eye on the rest of the summer.
The next day, a hearty breakfast for us:
And the Dog:
Another day of fishing the Upper Ruby and more booner grayling. We headed home on the 5th to let the dog catch up on her sleep. We headed over to the Clarks Fork on Saturday, but the fishing was slow, so we packed up and headed home.
The Dog wasn't impressed:
